| Sudden Light (1863)Dante Gabriel RossettiI have been here before,But when or how I cannot tell:I know the grass beyond the door,The sweet keen smell,The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.You have been mine before,--How long a go I may not know:But just when at that swallow's soarYour neck turned so,Some veil did fall,--I knew it all of yore.Then, now,--perchance again!O round mine eyes your tresses shake!Shall we not lie as we have lainThus for Love's sake,And sleep, and wake, yet never break the chain? |
